I greatly appreciated all of the well wishes, advice, and prayers concerning my allergies. Yesterday I went to town to run some errands. Although I was feeling lousy, there were certain things needed from Wal-Mart. Even then, I started to call Toby and say that I was not coming to town and get him to make the Wal-Mart run, but I decided that I would stop at the pharmacy and quiz the druggist on what would help my allergies. I felt so lousy that I considered going to the doctor, and I rarely go to a doctor. I met Toby and Jesse at the park for lunch. Rather than walk with him (exercise) I decided to save my energy for WM and left him with Jesse. At WM, I broke out into a sweat. I guess I had been running a low-grade fever. When I got home, I managed to take a good nap and felt much better when I awoke. Although I felt better, Toby suggested that I not go to sign class or church. He was right, I started feeling lousy again and ran another low fever. Jesse came home from work and said that she did not feel good either and went to bed. Hmm, this may be more than just allergies. After taking some new drugs (Claritin D) last night, I slept fairly well and woke up feeling much better. I don’t know about art today. Right now, I feel pretty good. If this is an allergy, then I want to have art. If this is some sort of sickness, I do not want to spread it. I guess we will just wait and see.
There was a comment form Eric S, Small Town Mountain Boy, yesterday. I had been by his blog before, but I revisited it yesterday. He wrote about losing his muse (writing) and not being in the beautiful mountains of CO to find it. It reminded me of how the mountains can bring such a peaceful easy feeling into your life. I have known a lot of people who go to the mountains looking for that peace – maybe looking for God. I have lain in a meadow of dandelions surrounded by mountains and blue sky. I have listened to the wind whispering in the trees. I have stood on the tallest mountain and looked down into the valleys and out over the miles of scenery and felt the awe. I have watched a storm blow in and seen the lightning strike across the valley. I have smelled the seasons change. I have sat still while my mom worked the sap and pine needles from my hair and scrubbed the black dirt out from under my fingernails. I have known the beauty and peace of the mountains. I know the peace of God, and that peace is everywhere – not just in the mountains. You can look for the peace of God in earthly places and not find it. It is in the heavenlies. It is in your heart.
This is a print from the James Field Gallery. I bought this print before Toby and I married as my wedding gift to him. The actual painting is from floor to ceiling.